(A/N just a story idea that i had that wouldn't leave me alone after i heard the song Gravedigger)
It was a dark night the moon, in a cloudless sky was giving off just enough light to see by. The night was nearly silent as well except for the steady almost mechanical sound of a shovel hitting the ground. The pace of the sound never slowed and never sped up. The figure had only his head above ground which was covered by an old west styled oil skin hat. Apparently the man decided that the hole was deep enough as the shovel came flying out and the heavy blade embedded in the ground ten feet away next to a peace of heavy canvas that was lying over a slightly twitching lump.
The man climbed out of the hole and rose up to his full seven foot height and looked over at the orderly stones as tears slowly leaked out of his dull green eyes as he read the name on the gravestones.
Hermione Granger
Ronald Weasley
Ginerva Weasley
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
William Weasley
Charlie Weasley
Molly Weasley
Arthur Weasley
Luna Lovegood
Neavle Longbottem
Nymphadora Tonks
Rubeus Hagrid
With there deaths playing out in his mind he walked back towards his shovel and the still moving covered lump. With his left hand he ripped the shovel from the ground, the muscles up his left side twisted and flexed under the dark brown trench coat. With his right hand he threw away the canvas to revel a man with long blond hair, who was just coming around. Without any strain he grabbed the death eater by the front of his black robes and carried him to the freshly dug hole and without any sign of emotion threw him in, the impact with the ground knocked the mask from the death eater's face as well as waking him fully.
Lucius Malfoy stared up into the cold and emotionless face of Harry Potter as he began to shovel dirt down on top of him. Cursing wildly he struggled to get free of the ropes binding him, in all his wild cursing he didn't hear Harry's last words to him "Lucius Malfoy for your part in the deaths of the Weasley family and the death of Nymphadora Tonks, I condemn you to a slow death, may your place in hell be deeper then mine"
After the last shovel full of dirt was placed on top of the newest grave he pulled a bronze plaque from inside his long coat and dropped it on the dirt, turned and walked threw a field of similar plaques all with the names of other death eaters that the ministry never put on trail, as well as the ones that had been sentenced to the island fortress, without the dementors it was laughably easy to walk in and take them from there cells.
When he reached the end of the field he never looked back just apperated away shovel still resting over his shoulder, on to his next task, after all only humans rested, Gravedigger never rested, and he wouldn't rest until the Dark Lord himself lay in his own grave.
(not sure if ill continue this story and even if i do continue it i dont know how i should, should i go back threw his memories to show how he ended up this way, should i fire him back threw time the way he is and let him save the day or at least get the death eaters before they get his firends, no idea, i welcome all reviews especaly ones with ideas on what to do with this one, or if i should continue it)